I hate parties where I don’t know anyone.
Apart from the fact that I end up getting bored indescribably… after a while I also begin to feel out of place.
Problem is, I’m not the type who can talk to strangers. I’m not an easy-going one. And so I end up in a corner, with the usual full glass of Martini, staring into space, surrounded by people having fun, talking, laughing … people who would gladly burn with a flamethrower!
Yet despite this. Although I already know how it will…